Prince Anqing's Mansion, in a quiet courtyard, the lord of Yiqing is sitting by the pond quietly casting bait. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She is wearing a lotus-colored long skirt, which has a kind of charming charm.

Yang Zhemin, the king of Xiaojun, walked through the hall and saw his sister and couldn't help but have a sense of accomplishment that "my family has a girl who has just grown up". This kind of appearance and bearing can be done by the queen.

It's a pity that they are clan relatives, and they can only choose a Zhong Ming family to marry in the future.

"Today, the prince came to me, saying that he wanted to borrow Yang Zheming's identity." He sat down in a rocking chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

Because he was made the crown prince since he was a child and the only prince, Yang Yu almost booked the future throne, and the clan relatives and the children of the family wanted to make friends with him. But he was strictly guarded by the emperor and always took him with him, so he didn't have a chance to deal with the prince.

Finally reached the age when the prince was going to come to the imperial study to study, but the other princes and county lords and the hairpin family went to the prince's side one by one, he was just the son-in-law of an outdated prince, relying on the emperor's favor, the prince might not even bother to give him a look.

To this day, the prince suddenly waited for him after school, and the people around him were shocked to look at him unusually.

Yang Qingxue became a little interested, straightened up slightly and asked, "How could the prince know Yang Zheming?" What to do in his identity? She leaned over to her brother and asked softly, "How is the prince's temperament?" ”

Yang Zhemin raised his hand and pinched his sister's chin: "As the prince of the country, I am very polite to me. What, you really want to meet the prince? ”

Yang Qingxue held her chin and muttered, "I haven't said a word." Although in the eyes of the outside world, they are both royalty and cousins, but in fact, their status is very different.

King Anqing was able to retreat as the eldest son, that is, he swore in front of the emperor that he gave up his fiefdom and military power, and lived in the capital as an idle prince, so that the emperor could rest assured of them and hand over the clan palace to him.

Without fiefdoms and military power, they became vassals of the royal family, and could only rely on the royal family's fortune to survive. If it weren't for the emperor's generosity and continuous rewards every year, they would have no status in the Anqing Prince's Mansion among the current clan relatives.

For example, the emperor's brother, Prince Zhuo Rui, can lead troops to fight on the border, relying on the emperor's protection and outstanding military exploits. Prince Zhuang's mother, Concubine Xianguifei, had a relationship to raise the emperor, and she fully supported the emperor when she won the heir, so Prince Zhuang also lived a very decent life.

The crown prince has a noble status, the best thing in the world, as long as he says a word, he will hold it in front of him.

Yang Zhemin suddenly had an idea, turned over, and grabbed Yang Qingxue's arm: "With this, we may be able to further our relationship with the prince." ”

Lord Yiqing was surprised: "Even if we agree to him, it doesn't necessarily mean that the prince will value us." ”

They live entirely on the face of the royal family, and although they are dignified, they know their own warmth and coldness.

Yang Zhemin shook his head, got up and took a few steps back and forth, "As long as the crown prince is not at fault, or even as long as he is the only healthy prince of His Majesty, the world in the future is destined to be the prince's." ”

His Majesty is different from the crown prince, His Majesty survived the struggle for the heir, cautious and suspicious, and has a strong authority. And the prince is different, the emperor's trust, and there is no sibling dispute, his life is smooth, what he wants, although he is cold and arrogant, but it is not unfathomable, as long as he finds out his temperament, he may be able to ascend to the sky in one step.

"The prince lacks nothing, but he loves Princess An Ning the most." He sat down and grabbed his sister's hand tightly: "Let's take this opportunity to get close to the crown prince, as long as you deal with Princess An Ning, you will get a talisman." ”

Yang Qingxue frowned: "Princess An Ning is only five years old, and she has lived in the inner palace for a long time, even if I want to deal with it, I don't have a chance." ”

King Anjun smiled calmly: "There will be a chance, as long as we make good use of ......"

In the west wing of the Anqing Palace, Yang Zheming, the second son of the king of Anqing, sat in front of the windowsill, his face was a little pale, his body was thin, and he was only wrapped in a snow-white fox fur, and the whole person was thin and fragile.

A man in black half-knelt in front of him, heard the light touch of the teacup, and a cold voice on his head asked, "They really want to use my identity to get close to the crown prince?" ”

"Yes."

A trace of blush crossed Yang Zheming's pale face, mockery flashed in his eyes, and his tone was like frost: "Heh, a group of fools!" ”

The man in black lowered his head.

Don't look at the person sitting in front of him is just a seven or eight-year-old boy, but his methods are ruthless that ordinary people dare not imagine.

It is rumored that Yuanlie, the sister-in-law of the Yuan family, is a rare genius in a hundred years, but they don't know that their little master can memorize the art of war since he was a child, is knowledgeable, and can write with both hands. But Yang Zhemin never showed his talent in front of others, and was even very afraid of being known.

Everyone said that King Anqing favored his own pair of children the most, but in fact, he handed over all the secret guards in his hands to his second son early on, which is self-evident.

Three months ago, Yang Zheming was seriously ill, and after waking up, his means were even more adequate, and he almost had the ability to be a "prophet", and everything was deployed as he expected, without missing a step.

Yang Zheming didn't have time to pay attention to other people's opinions.

Just like in the previous life, the two fools couldn't wait to hug the prince's thighs, wanting a piece of the pie, and if they were lucky, the prince would ...... also stupidly fell in love with Yang Qingxue's beauty like in his previous life.

He didn't care who Yang Qingxue was talking to, but that woman was very useful to him.

The deepest secrets of the Anqing palace are in his hands, and no one knows their ambitions. Even the emperor was deceived by the illusion that his father was "loyal".

"You go and make arrangements, I'm going to enter the palace tomorrow." They wanted to act in his capacity, and how could he go their way.

He still wants to see a good show.

When Yang Xi woke up in the morning, he felt that his eyelids were jumping all the time.

In order to free up time to prepare to go to the imperial study, she got up early in the morning to practice with Maple Scar in the apse, the sky was still a little gloomy, although the snow had stopped, the wind was biting cold

Maple Marks blindfolded her and taught her to argue in the dark.

Bang - the branch in her hand was already swinging, and a snowball smashed into pieces in front of her.

The snowflakes scattered and pounced on her in the face.

Yang Xi learns quickly, she has been locked up for a long time in her previous life, and she is afraid of light, so she has lived in the dark for a long time. The palace people didn't care about her, and she learned to be lonely and quiet for a long time.

She shook her head, and the snow immediately flowed down her neck into her clothes. Before she could shiver, another snowball smashed into her head, causing her to gasp in pain.

"Focus." Maple Scarred's voice rang out emotionlessly.

Yang Xi knew that the maple mark was in front of him, and he also told her which direction he would throw it, but when to block it and what force to block, it was up to her to grasp it herself.

Once Fengchen carried out her order, she did it extremely seriously and seriously, so that she did not dare to disobey it when she cried bitterly in her heart.

Another snowball was smashed by her, and Yang Xi's lips began to turn purple from the cold.

Maple Scar was quiet for a long time before saying, "Let's get here here today." Yang Xi was stunned in her heart, a warm and wide robe had wrapped her, and it was warm, making her hands and feet warm.

"Mama Fang has been baking on the stove, does she feel better?" Maple took off the black cloth covering her eyes and wiped her face with a towel.

Yang Xi looked up at Feng Zhen, because it had been frozen for a long time and it was too warm, her mind was a little confused, and she had a pair of watery eyes, which looked particularly pitiful.

Maple Scar's hand stopped on her forehead and touched it lightly.

"Ahh Yang Xi hurriedly dodged backwards: "It's okay, just take the medicine later, don't worry." ”

She walked towards the hall with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and Mama Fang had already prepared fragrant soup for bathing.

"Why does Your Highness want to learn it?" Maple Scar spoke softly behind her, her eagerness, as if someone was chasing her and forcing her.

Yang Xi turned his head and smiled lightly: "Suffer more now, so as not to suffer in the future." In the future, her battlefield is not here, it is thousands of miles away.

She has to learn more now to have a better chance of living in the future.

Maple Scars frowned, "Maple Scars will protect Your Highness." Yang Xi shook his head and smiled a little weakly: "Feng Zhen will understand in the future." ”

They still have a long way to go.